Friday, January 1, 2010

From Jan to December

I started writing this post 3 days back but due to lack of time (thanx to someone!!!), I'll have to change the only line I had written 3 days back from "As the year comes to an end, I thought I'll" to "Now that the year has finally come to an end, I thought I'll" finally dedicate a post to the oh-so-sweet happenings of the past year and write this memoir!

The year began as usual with the semester-ly shopping with Stud_launda and the night at his flat - NOT drunk!!

Jan beginning - I remember the Guess Jeans, and the OMG cheap woodland keychain (Rs 15 ONLY) and the Stephanie Meyer series, still lying in my cupboard - unread. Just how can someone read those books is what I fail to fathom. It took me 7 months to finish Twilight and trust me when I say that it was one of the stupidest books ever to be read by me. No offense meant to the ardent fans of Stephanie Meyer and the entire series and Bella and Edward (read "the overly white, stupid vampire"). - No offense Neha, Shamps, Chinki.

Jan, Feb, Mar - I remember the entire planning that went into planning the Stanford trip.

Jan, Feb, Mar - I remember planning for Vegas. The almost everyday discussions about what we'll do. Strip Club etiquette's. Vegas Baby!! Getting the bookings done. Planning the trip to the last detail.

Feb - I remember the high jumps over the chair in the hostel wing.

Feb, March, Apr, May, Jun, Jul, Aug, Sept, Oct, Nov, Dec - The back pain.

Vanya - my 1.5 yr old niece.

Daksh. My 1.5 yr old nephew.

Feb, March - Poltu. The campaigning. "baawa jeet rahe hain is baar toh. Tum count dekho bas, count!!!). And the "Fuck ho gaya yaar. Kuchh nai nikla. Clean sweep tha".

March end - I remember the visit to the orthopedic in Artemis. The wait for the MRI scan. The silence that ensued. The prescriptions. The physiotherapy sessions. and blah blah blah.

March end - I remember the entire family meetings over what to do about the vegas/stanford/hong kong/los angeles trip. I remember the cancellation of the trip 3 days before I was supposed to fly thanks to the ruptured disk in my back.

Jan, Feb - The so called CAT prep. Joining Career Launcher. Wasting 30000 bucks. "Nai yaar. Tu dekh. Padhenge yaar. CAT nikaalenge". I wonder what happened to all of that now. I could have used that money for a Nikon D90. Kuchh photography hi seekh leta yaar. Damn! :D

Throughout the year - The Proxies. The almost getting caught. The I don't give a damn attitude - fukka lagega toh lagega. Main nai ja raha class attitude.

The loooong ISD phonecalls with Miss NRI.

May, Jun, Jul - The summer vacations. The fraud-est intern ever. The back pains continuing.

May to present (and hoping it continues forever) - the seemingly endless phonecalls with Miss Chatterbox, henceforth referred to as "The Girl". The fights. Ego. Not calling/picking up the phone for days/ the reconciliation. The flirting. The cribbing. And so on.

Over the last year - The consolidation of friendship between "FOUR IDIOTS" - Stud_launda, Kallu, Keeda, and of course Me.

August to November - BTP (so called). Nabbi frustrated. The weekly ppts. Last moment - "oye kya kiya jaldi bata". "I don't see you working, Sharad. It won't work this way".

Man City vs Man Utd. WHAT A MATCH!!!

The failed attempt to write a book.

Last Rendezvous.

Perfecting the CV.

I remember the day my wallet was stolen. The ATM card, License, Id Card gone along with it. The hope of finding it back. The dream of finding it back.

October - The road trips. Mussourie. Amritsar. The best-maggi-ever-tasted on the way to Mussourie. The roadside burger at Wagah Border. Verbal jousting over brain curry. Jalianwallah Bagh. "Anda". Haveli. Six lane expressway. 22%, 18%, 30%, 30%. Saalon, gaadi seekh ke aana december mei. We're not driving next time onwards. Missing the minors. TO LONG DRIVES AND MANY MORE SUCH "IMPROMPTU" TRIPS.

CAT Mock tests.

My phone data getting wiped. All contacts lost.

17th October - New Car.

Fretting over what to do in future. Job. Dad's business. MBA. etc etc.

28th November - The Girl.

29th December - CAT. Finally!!!

1st December - Packing the bags. Going back home.

2nd December - "Dad, I'm not sitting for placements. I don't think my back can take a 12 hour exertion everyday". The look that he gave me after that.

3rd December. Packing the bags again and returning back to hostel to get a job.

5th December - Interview. The Girl coming over. Successfully placed.

"Mom, I'm committed. D'ya want to meet her"?? The look. The reaction. Who. When. How. Why. As if I was asking her to get me married the next day. Phew!

The fights. The misunderstandings. Getting pissed over nothing. The AWESOME times. Love. Friendships. Food. Trips. Movies. Family.

The visit to The Girl's place. Her Dad. Her mom. Her bro. Honey. "I think she liked me. Wotsay??"

To sum it up

May you have lots of fun this year.

May you have lots of sex this year.

May you succeed in whatever you do this year.

May you be healthy.

May you gain lot of wealth this year.

To all the jobless out there, may you get placed this year.

And if the above does not happen, well, say like Amir Khan says "Aal Izz Well".

8 comments:

Madhur Kabra said...

2009:I din go to Vegas!
End of Story!

Sharad said...

LOL!!!

aatraye said...

sweet sweet recap..
The girl is happy about being mentioned! :)
may u continue being this happy every time u rite the years finale..
do rite one every year btw..

Ankita Agrawal said...

THERE IS NO MENTION OF "MISS PERFECT WIFE MATERIAL" in 2009.
DONT BOTHER CALLING UP, MSGING HER NOW!!!
BYE

Nikunj said...

Dude u seem serious abt this affair. r u fukin mad. dnt drag parents into it , hers or urs anyone can screw ur happiness eternally. :-)

ladybirdy said...

ahh ankita...leave the kid alone!!! we d like our cribbing sharad to be happy!!! for ever n ever!!

Preeti said...

Heylo!
Back after a long time..So quite an eventful year that was for you! :)
Have a great year ahead!
Oh and love your blog template..its very abstract!

Anonymous said...

haha! I'm glad you had such an eventful year!

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